https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Damn_It_Janet/She titled it, Fly...from abused child, to battered wife, to Poet. I am merely the vessel that spills the words from somewhere deep within the halls of my mind. Poetry pours forth the images and emotions of pain and triumph. Please join me in the continuation of my own journey. May you find validation, courage, and triumph. May you find your value as a person. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Damn_It_Janet/854603FORWARD "Like my dreams, Poetry lives within the recesses of my mind. I am merely the vessel used to express her meticulous notes of a life story Poetry feels worthy of retelling." As a little girl born into an alcoholic family, I was forbidden to express feelings. I withdrew into my imagination...